Asterion Tartarus

Troll/Minotaur - Weapon Specialist

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Born under a bad sign on the wrong side of the tracks, in the underbelly of Long Beach’s corruption and the kill or be killed mentality of the streets, that’s how a troll called Ash grew up. Stealing the shipping containers coming out of the Port of Long Beach along with his friend’s / thugs MC gang and selling the contents on the Black Market for a nice profit while making a few very important contacts in the process. Eventually at age 19, Ash and the three friends that weren’t either in prison or dead wound up stealing the wrong container one night. This container was meant for someone very important in the L.B. underworld, a man named Victor Vagos a.k.a., a top lieutenant for the Gianossi crime family in Chicago. This particular container was a gift from the Ares Corp. with a shitload of military grade weapons, armor and ammo! Ash knew that it was just a matter of time until Vagos’s men figured out who hit the shipment… Shit! That’s what just hit the fan, shit! Time to call in a favor and get the hell out of the L.B.C. out of California for that matter! Three calls and two hours later they had the container sold and had acquired thier first Runners contract (though they didn’t know it at the time), get this shipment up north pronto! Everything went smoothly as they entered a militia compound somewhere outside of the Baker City area in Oregon and were welcomed with open arms, (perhaps someone saw their potential). Ash lived at the compound for the next five years, learning the aspects of hand to hand combat, (which seemed to come naturally), as did the weapons training. But the assault cannon was a natural fit for a guy his size, and there was no match in the entire camp that was more accurate with one. “The General” (that’s what they called him), Ash and a few others were in the city of Portland “getting supplies” when they got the word that the compound had been compromised, under attack… that was all. At that point plan “C” was initiated. Everyone split, go their separate way’s, never look back, never say a word. Ever… Ash made his way to his emergency bug-out storage container where he had his bike and his personal favorite assault cannon along with a new identity and 150,000 in cred sticks. Time to start over, again… Time to get back into a big city, (Ash thought) blend in amongst all the other faces, lay low… yeah, right! That was eight months ago…

Asterion Tartarus

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